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Stand in assured loss: take up, take up;
And follow me, that will to some provision
Give thee quick conduct. Kent
Oppressed nature sleeps:
This rest might yet have balmād thy broken senses,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure.
To the Fool. Come, help to bear thy master;
Thou must not stay behind.
Come, come, away. Exeunt all but Edgar.
EdgarWhen we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most iā the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth oāer skip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the king bow,
He childed as I fatherād! Tom, away!
Mark the high noises; and thyself bewray,
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee,
In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night, safe āscape the king!
Lurk, lurk. Exit.
Gloucesterās castle.
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, and Servants. Cornwall Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek out the villain Gloucester. Exeunt some of the Servants. Regan Hang him instantly. Goneril Pluck out his eyes. Cornwall Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our sister company: the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my lord of Gloucester. Enter Oswald. How now! whereās the king? OswaldMy lord of Gloucester hath conveyād him hence:
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lords dependants,
Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast
To have well-armed friends.
Edmund, farewell. Exeunt Goneril, Edmund, and Oswald.
Go seek the traitor Gloucester,
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. Exeunt other Servants.
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice, yet our power
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not control. Whoās there? the traitor?
What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt findā āRegan plucks his beard.
GloucesterBy the kind gods, ātis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the beard.
So white, and such a traitor!
GloucesterNaughty lady,
These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin,
Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host:
With robbersā hands my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?
ReganBe simple answerer, for we know the truth.
CornwallAnd what confederacy have you with the traitors
Late footed in the kingdom?
To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.
GloucesterI have a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one thatās of a neutral heart,
And not from one opposed.
Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endured, would have buoyād up,
And quenchād the stelled fires:
Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howlād that stern time,
Thou shouldst have said āGood porter, turn the key,ā
All cruels else subscribed: but I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Seeāt shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.
Upon these eyes of thine Iāll set my foot.
He that will think to live till he be old,
Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods!
One side will mock another; the other too.
CornwallIf you see vengeanceā ā
First servantHold your hand, my lord:
I have served you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold.
How now, you dog!
First servantIf you did wear a beard upon your chin,
Iād shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on him. O! Dies.
Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!
Where is thy lustre now?
All dark and comfortless. Whereās my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
To quit this horrid act.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou callāst on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
O my follies! then Edgar was abused.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. Exit one with Gloucester.
How isāt, my lord? how look you?
I have received a hurt: follow me, lady.
Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace:
Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.
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